~SARA~
How much worse can this day get?
For a split second, my brain refuses to understand what just happened. I stand there blinking, stiff as a statue, as the liquid drips down my clothes, soaking into my body.
I lift my hand slowly and touch my cheek.
Something warm and thick slimes against my fingers. I bring them to my nose, and the smell hits.
“Oh—God.”
It’s horrible. Sharp and rotten, like something spoiled that should never exist in liquid form.
Could it be—
My throat gags at the thought, and I slap a palm over my mouth, resisting the urge to puke.
I spin around and scan the hallway.
It's empty. Indicating that no one is around.
So who did this?
Someone definitely set this up. Someone waited for me to step out and watched me get splattered with this—
I press my lips to
